Shadewood We are in the war.

It still bewildered Riley that Masque had been attacked. What if the other wolf won out? He exhaled shakily as he looked at the goldcoin gaze of his mate; he’d stood to lose everything, and he hadn’t even known.

Riley couldn’t envision this beautiful escapade. Any time he imagined it, he saw hungering eyes darken the shadows - what malice hid behind each rock, what menace would spring from the blackness next?

He gasped softly as Masque thrust herself towards his cheekbone. An alien sense of apprehension and anticipation gripped him as he forgot about his offer to fish momentarily, turning his muzzle along Masque’s cheek and neck in a drawn out exhale. it’s all worth it. He murmured back, placing a gentle kiss along the stop of her forehead. Maybe this beautiful spot you found can be our hunty-moon spot next year.